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[whatcannotbespoken]

Fight or Flight Chapter 14

Chapter 14 of Fight or Flight is up now.

It's a surprise Marge POV chapter. I swear it gets happier after this.

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Marge got up a little late. It had taken her some time to fall asleep the night before. She was worrying about Gale, wondering if having John here would help. She thought he needed someone who’d been there, who’d gone through what he’d gone through. Whatever it was, whatever was eating away him now, Gale wouldn’t let her follow him into it. Maybe he’d let John. 

Marge got herself ready and started down the stairs to get breakfast going. She heard a door click shut as she got to the base of the stairs. She rounded the corner to find John, in his robe, having just shut Gale’s door. He stopped for a moment when he saw her and looked a little surprised.

“He’s asleep now,” he said, and gave her a perfunctory half a smile as he moved around her on his path to the den. 

Marge didn’t know quite what to think. She supposed she was glad that Gale was asleep. She thought it seemed a little familiar of John to be with him in the guest room, but then she supposed they had been roommates in flight school, in England, even in the POW camp, so it must not be that strange for him. And she was glad he was asleep, so glad. He had been so foggy for the last week, she wasn’t sure when the last time was that he’d actually been to sleep. 

She felt hopeful as she started breakfast. It was a beautiful summer day. A few little puffy white clouds hung in the sky and cast their happy round shadows on the swaying grass as they moved across the prairie. She watched them as she cracked eggs into a bowl. Gale was asleep. John knew what to do. It would be okay now, she thought.

[swifty-fox]

“Still time to run.”

John looks into the mirror, past his own stony eyes and towards Curt’s equally blue ones, up on a stool so he can help fasten the straps around John’s shoulders, anchoring the his pauldron. “They’d shoot me out of suspicion before I hit the gates.” 

Curt tsks, “I’d make enough'a distraction.”

John grins, turning and cupping both of Curt’s cheeks and pressing a smacking kiss to his lips. “It’s my wedding, Curt, ain’t that something to smile about?”

“A political marriage seems more like a business deal than a party to me.”

“How about for all the wine we’re about to drink.”

“Human wine tastes like shit.”

John flicks the end of Curt’s ear, the delicately pointed tips not all that sensitive but certainly vulnerable to attack. 

Curt ducks, gracefully dignified, “Your sister sent a raven this morning. She knows you’re being insulted; if you want to call his play, she will stand by you.” 

John snorts, turning back to the mirror and examinging his armor. “And waste the party?”

“Bucky.”

If John has been allowed his way he’d be dressed in the lighter battle armor he was used to– scarred and dented and decorated by every time it had saved his life. He’d go out there and show them that even if peace was right around the corner, John and his kin were still ever-ready. Naturally, the notion had been vetoed and instead John had been buffed and shined and stuck into a suit of bronze colored armor carved all over with vines that tapered to drapes of berries over his shoulders, his chestplate. The chainmail beneath a white steel, his shoulder draped with a red cloth stitched with gold thread.

They’d woven blackberries in his hair. The scent drifts around him with each step, sweet and perfrectly ripe. 

He glances at Curt again who was now busy fastening his own bronze armor, “A curious turn of events, Edith having your ear over mine.”

“She says she figured you’d actually consider it if there were witnesses.”

“Almost sounds like she’s hoping I’ll rise to the bait.”

“Humans can’t even make peace without spitting in your eye.”

John dons his weapons belt; fits it with his sword and dagger. “It’s a political marriage, Curt. So what if they think they’re offering me some goddamn offense. A prince is as good as a princess.” 

“Maybe after the nuptiuals, but they’ll be snickering all through the ceremony.” 

“So let them. I’m here to end this damn war; not give in to the opinions of small human lords and sycophants.” 

Curt settles down into one of the chairs at a table still covered with the remnants of their breakfast. He drags an armored finger back and forth across his top lip, eyes gazing off at some halfway mark, thoughtful. “We fought against him, you know. At Red River; that commander that shattered our left flank.”

so like. John's an elf

[amiserableseriesofevents]

to the point of invention, ch.32

John has a thousand things to say to him — I'm sorry, forgive me, I love you. He lands on, “Hey,” as he leans against the counter right beside him.

Gale turns to look at him and one of his special smiles, the soft ones that crinkle the corners of his eyes and pull gently at his lips, the ones he reserves only for John, blossoms on his face. “Look who it is,” he says. “Stone in my shoe.”

[callumturnerinc]

[meyerlansky]

NOW THAT THE WAR IS HERE – r. n. currey, 1940.

[austgallery]

𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓌𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒜𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃 🤍

𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑜𝓎 🥹

𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓉𝑜𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒 🥰

𝒾 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 🩵

(𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 1)

[mota-collab]

Welcome to the MOTA Hope Weekend 2026: Day 1

Welcome to this event first day. We're excited to see the hopeful fan works start to come in! Here's the hope-set for today:

Art: The Sun - Edvard Munch (1911)

Thorpe Abbots - Shirt - A letter arrives

"I don't want this moment to end." - "I forgive you." - "How did you ...?"

Song: Miyazaki - Paris Paloma

Artwork 1 by @beepbeepcomeatmebruv

Artwork 2 by @swifty-fox

Artwork 3 by @sorgenfalter

Artwork 4 by @freebooter4ever

Remember, you decide how you want to take inspiration from the hope set and which day you post. You can also share any medium inspired by the theme hope independent of the sets.

Tag the artists if you use their art as inspo, and remember to tag @mota-collab and please use the #MOTA HOPE 2026 tag under your post to make sure we see it and can reblog.

Also, if you're writing a fic and posting it on AO3, please add it to our collection - MOTA Hope Weekend 2026!

[austgallery]

𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 "𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴"

𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘬𝘢𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯.

[meyerlansky]

You're right, Lieutenant Macon. This is gonna be close. But it's not impossible.

bonus:

[hogans-heroes]

Will there be a final chapter of the age regression fic? I desperately want to know how it ends!

Hello darling! YES there definitely will be and I’m actively working on it, I’m SO sorry it’s taking me so long, things have been crazy for months and I’ve hardly been able to write any fic, trying to get back into it 🥹 thank you for the ask, I hope to reward you soon.

[urie]

i love to have a hobby

[urie]

my hobby is looking at two guys and saying Now whats all this then

[toddkinn]

who else just really really loves talking about gale and john from the show masters of the air

[rpfwasfine]

the rpf was there. it didn’t change anything. it didn’t save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the rpf was there.

[rpfwasfine]

and it was fine.

[bloodclotbitch]

[alllthequeenshorses]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Masters of the Air (TV 2024) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Gale “Buck” Cleven/John Clarence “Bucky” Egan Characters: John Clarence “Bucky” Egan, Gale “Buck” Cleven Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Forced Abortion, Past Abortion, Blood, Child Loss, Angst with No Happy Ending, Alpha John Clarence “Bucky” Egan, Omega Gale “Buck” Cleven, Angst and Feels Summary:

They’re talking about trying for a child, him and John. Bucky’s all excited about the idea, his big alpha energy close to bouncing off the walls just thinking about it. It has its appeal, Gale will admit. The thought of a little baby lying in his alpha’s arms, seeing John coo over their little features brings a smile to his lips and warmth to his heart. John’s excited, tells everyone they meet that they’ll be trying for their first soon, now that they’re back from the war all settled down and home again. Gale smiles and nods alongside him but deep down there’s a fear. Bucky doesn’t know. And Gale doesn’t know how to tell him. 

[hogans-heroes]

Who fucking approved this